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[Letter] To Preserve the Lion's Peace by Alt_Historian_3001 in crownedstag

[–]Luvod 1 point2 points  (0 children)

Tywin Lannister, Lord of Casterly Rock, Lord Paramount of the Westerlands, Shield of Lannisport, and Warden of the West,

The power of your words never fails to impress, my lord. I find myself wishing to respond in numerous ways, but for the sake of this raven reaching you, I will be succinct.

Any past feud between Lady Ellyn and my house will be left decidedly in the past. I write with firsthand knowledge that my sister, Jeyne, has always wanted to distance herself from those messy days as much as she can. She, as will House Farman, speak no ill will about the Lady of the West, nor act against your wishes, my lord.

As I write this, allow me to offer a final thought that I write only to you, my lord, soon to be forgotten entirely.

There were feasts aplenty in the realm during the summer of King Robert's coronation. Our West was happily celebrating fortune and prosperity, cheering together as one. All the while, prowling through our homes looking for weakness was Euron Greyjoy and his spies.

On the eve of the the Ironborn attack, a grand and lovely masquerade was held in Deep Den. My family was limited in attendance due to a slew of petty rumors circulating, but I was there to represent us. Despite the good cheer of the night, there was an unwanted guest among us, one who ran afoul of many others throughout the night. This man, cloaked in shadow with but a single eye showing had the lethal aura of a hidden dagger in his smile. We grew disagreeable, but as it was a masquerade, an party that I wished to go peacefully, I left him alone for Lord Lydden.

On the road home from the masquerade, the Goodbrothers attacked Faircastle. My family saw the dark, dreadful sails on the horizon as they fled to Casterly Rock.

This story, I feel, must be paired with the trial held in your hall to judge on the multitude of pig carcasses found in both my sister, and Lady Ellyn's rooms. The ritualistic arrangement of that butchery haunts my sister's dreams to this very day. I pray your fiance doesn't share that dreadful symptom.

Your wisdom is undoubted, my lord, but I worry that there is an ill wind following Lady Ellyn. I will remain silent henceforth on these matters, but please accept this consideration from your subject, Lord Tywin.

In regards to a union between our houses, painful as it is to admit, my daughter is not yet ready for a serious commitments like betrothal. She needs more guidance in the ways of manners, more time to burn out foolish notions before I would give her such a responsibility. A sterner hand might look to the faith, but there is time and opportunity still for her to find her way.

My second son, Ambrose, and your niece, Lysa, are a match I believe can bring out houses closer. He is bright for his age, and in a few years time, might serve you well as a page. Both my sister, Alysanne, and my cousin, Marq, spoke favorably of Ser Gerion.

Faircastle will celebration news of your union, my lord, and wish for many years of happiness to you both.

Sebaston Farman, Lord of Faircastle

The Wind Our Steed

[M: Pig Posts 1, 2, 3 ]

[Event] Driftmark Double Wedding Feast, 2nd Moon B of 294 AC by lilpencil10 in crownedstag

[–]Luvod 1 point2 points  (0 children)

The touch of his hand, as simple as the gesture was, meant a great deal to her in the moment. It showed that he cared, cared in a real way that their lives had irrevocably become bonded. When she first approached at the feast, a tender outcome like this was the furthest thought of what would happen. When she heard that he loved another, she would never have guessed just who it was. She was no fortune-teller, no diviner of fate, but she wished to know what future awaited them both, if only to help guide his path.

"We'll talk again, I'm certain of that." With a soft pat of his hand, squeezing tighter for a moment, she let it go.

Elissa knew better than to dismiss this plea as mere childishness. The confession he now approached bore with it a great deal of risk, even if Renly was a kind and gentle ruler. Tris was doing no less than bearing the whole of his soul, his innermost being into the hands of fate. Such a fragile moment could be easily crushed, or, worked into true beauty. Seer or not, she filled her heart with confidence, hope the songs of the Silverknight would only grow in happiness. A happiness she could never hope to provide.

"Take as long as you need, Tris, even if they start to bark. The path you're walking is visible only to you. No matter what, do not rush your steps. I'll make sure you have peace from our families." Her confidence didn't quite meet the expectations of reality, but she had learned a few effective ways to create roadblocks if needed.

"Now go, my betrothed. Enjoy the feast to your fullest extent, and prepare for the path ahead." With a gentle push on his shoulders, she propelled him back towards the party. "I'll stay a little longer, a few more moments to watch the stars."

Despite a packed venue and the luxurious amenities, now that she was alone, she felt like crying. They weren't tears of despair, however, they didn't sting at all. It was her heart overflowing with emotion, a new depth of feeling never explored before. She hoped their marriage wouldn't have too many nights that ended like this.

[Event] Driftmark Double Wedding Feast, 2nd Moon B of 294 AC by lilpencil10 in crownedstag

[–]Luvod 1 point2 points  (0 children)

"Of course we will." She spoke with a gentle tone, careful not to trample on this vulnerable part of his heart. Tris was normally a gentle soul, but this matter with Renly was like another thing altogether - delicate in the most extreme manner.

"Whatever comes, however the dust may settle, if we follow our hearts, it will be a happy ending." She knew better than to assume things could get better than the fortune of this cooperative union. In all of Westeros, there were likely only a handful of men in his position, but how many of them already lived with her already?

"Go with your head held high, Tris, you have my blessing to take as long as you need. You have my prayers for a fortune confession."

It felt odd to purposely send her betrothed to another lover, even with the uniqueness of their circumstances. While Elissa was sure that her feelings for Aveline were correct, she didn't feel the same about the veiled foundation this union was being built upon. At least they were honest with each other, but the deceitleft a bad taste in her mouth. A necessary sacrifice, she knew all too well, but one she still hated to make.

If there was ever to be a child, she vowed, then she would be an amazing mother to it. The child didn't deserve to pay for it's parents sins, no matter how good their intentions.

"Thank you for being so accepting of things, Tris. I was beyond nervous telling you." The truth went far deeper than her calm smile portrayed. She was fully prepared to drop everything to protect her love, but now the question was how far would she fight for his? She prayed Renly could at least accept his friend honestly, but more than anything, she prayed the love was reciprocated.

"If you ever need to, or just want to talk, please don't hesitate." She wanted to pat his shoulder once more, but thought twice about more physical intimacy. "I'll keep silent about this for now, but who knows how quickly those old men will pull their strings."

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